The Story of the Man who did not Wish to Die
LONG, long ago there lived a man called Sentaro. His surname meant “Millionaire,” but although he was not so rich as all that, he was still very far from being poor. He had inherited a small fortune from his father and lived on this, spending his time carelessly, without any serious thoughts of work, till he was about thirty-two years of age.
One day, without any reason whatsoever, the thought of death and sickness came to him. The idea of falling ill or dying made him very upset.
“I should like to live,” he said to himself, “till I am five or six hundred years old at least, free from all sickness. The ordinary time of a man’s life is very short.”
He wondered whether it were possible, by living simply and simply from now on, to prolong his life as long as he wished.
He knew there were many stories in ancient history of emperors who had lived a thousand years, and there was a Princess of Yamato, who it was said, lived to the age of five hundred. This was the latest story of a very long life on record.
Sentaro had often heard the tale of the Chinese King named Shin-no-Shiko. He was one of the best and most powerful rulers in Chinese history. He built all the large palaces, and also the famous great wall of China. He had everything in the world he could wish for, but in spite of all his happiness, and the luxury and splendor of his court, the wisdom of his councilors and the glory of his reign, he was miserable because he knew that one day he must die and leave it all.
When Shin-no-Shiko went to bed at night, when he rose in the morning, as he went through his day, the thought of death was always with him. He could not get away from it. Ah—if only he could find the Potion of Everlasting Life, he would be happy.
The Emperor at last called a meeting of his courtiers and asked them all if they could not find for him the Potion of Everlasting Life of which he had so often read and heard.
One old servant, Jofuku by name, said that far away across the seas there was a country called Horaizan, and that certain hermits lived there who possessed the secret of the Potion of Everlasting Life. Whoever drank of this wonderful liquid lived forever.
The Emperor ordered Jofuku to set out for the land of Horaizan, to find the hermits, and to bring him back a small glass of the magic drink. He gave Jofuku one of his best ships, fitted it out for him, and loaded it with great quantities of treasures and precious stones for Jofuku to take as presents to the hermits.
Jofuku sailed for the land of Horaizan, but he never returned to the waiting Emperor; but ever since that time Mount Fuji has been said to be the fabled Horaizan and the home of hermits who had the secret of the potion , and Jofuku has been worshipped as their patron god.
Now Sentaro determined to set out to find the hermits, and if he could, to become one, so that he might obtain the water of eternal life. He remembered that as a child he had been told that not only did these hermits live on Mount Fuji, but that they were said to live in all the very high peaks.
So he left his old home to the care of his relatives, and started out on his journey. He traveled through all the mountainous regions of the land, climbing to the tops of the highest peaks, but never a hermit did he find.
At last, after wandering in an unknown region for many days, he met a hunter.
“Can you tell me,” asked Sentaro, “where the hermits live who have the Potion of Eternal Life?”
“No,” said the hunter; “I can’t tell you where such hermits live, but there is a notorious robber living in these parts. It is said that he is leader of a group of two hundred followers.”
This odd answer irritated Sentaro very much, and he thought how foolish it was to waste more time in looking for the hermits in this way, so he decided to go at once to the shrine of Jofuku, who is worshipped as the patron god of the hermits in the South of Japan.
Sentaro reached the shrine and prayed for seven days, begging Jofuku to show him the way to a hermit who could give him what he wanted so much to find.
At midnight of the seventh day, as Sentaro knelt in the temple, the door of the innermost shrine flew open, and Jofuku appeared in a luminous cloud, and calling to Sentaro to come nearer, spoke thus:
“Your desire is a very selfish one and cannot be easily granted. You think that you would like to become a hermit so as to find the Potion of Eternal Life. Do you know how hard a hermit’s life is? A hermit is only allowed to eat fruit and berries and the bark of pine trees; a hermit must cut himself off from the world so that his heart may become as pure as gold and free from every earthly desire. Gradually after following these strict rules, the hermit ceases to feel hunger or cold or heat, and his body becomes so light that he can ride on a bird or a fish , and can walk on water without getting his feet wet.
“You, Sentaro, are fond of good living and of every comfort. You are not even like an ordinary man, for you are very lazy, and more sensitive to heat and cold than most people. You would never be able to go barefoot or to wear only one thin shirt in the winter time! Do you think that you would ever have the patience or the endurance to live a hermit’s life?
“In answer to your prayer, however, I will help you in another way. I will send you to the country of Perpetual Life, where death never comes—where the people live for ever!”
Saying this, Jofuku put into Sentaro’s hand a little bird made of paper, telling him to sit on its back and it would carry him there.
With wonder in his eyes, Sentaro obeyed. The bird grew large enough for him to ride on it with comfort. It then spread its wings, rose high in the air, and flew away over the mountains right out to sea.
Sentaro was at first quite frightened; but after a while he became used to the swift flight through the air. On and on they went for thousands of miles. The bird never stopped for rest or food, but as it was a paper bird it did not require any food , and strange to say, neither did Sentaro.
After several days they reached an island. The bird flew some distance inland and then landed.
As soon as Sentaro got down from the bird’s back, the bird folded up by itself and flew into his pocket.
Now Sentaro began to look about him with wonder, curious to see what the country of Eternal Life was like. He walked first round about the country and then through the town. Everything was, of course, quite strange, and different from his own land. But both the land and the people seemed rich, so he decided that it would be good for him to stay there and checked in at one of the hotels.
The hotel owner was a kind man, and when Sentaro told him that he was a stranger and had come to live there, he promised to arrange everything that was necessary with the governor of the city concerning Sentaro’s stay there. He even found a house for his guest, and in this way Sentaro obtained his great wish and became a resident in the country of Eternal Life.
Within the memory of all the islanders no man had ever died there, and sickness was a thing unknown. Priests had come over from India and China and told them of a beautiful country called Paradise, where happiness and bliss and contentment fill all men’s hearts, but its gates could only be reached by dying. This tradition was handed down for ages from generation to generation—but none knew exactly what death was except that it led to Paradise.
Quite unlike Sentaro and other ordinary people, instead of having a great dread of death, they all, both rich and poor, longed for it as something good and desirable. They were all tired of their long, long lives, and longed to go to the happy land of contentment called Paradise of which the priests had told them centuries ago.
All this Sentaro soon found out by talking to the islanders. He found himself, according to his ideas, in the land of Topsy-turvydom. Everything was upside down. He had wished to escape from dying. He had come to the land of Eternal Life with great relief and joy, only to find that the inhabitants themselves, doomed never to die, would consider it bliss to find death.
What he had hitherto considered poison these people ate as good food, and all the things to which he had been used to as food they rejected. Whenever any merchants from other countries arrived, the rich people rushed to them eager to buy poisons. These they swallowed eagerly hoping for death to come so that they might go to Paradise.
But what were deadly poisons in other lands had no effect in this strange place, and people who swallowed them with the hope of dying, only found that in a short time they felt better in health instead of worse.
Vainly they tried to imagine what death could be like. The wealthy would have given all their money and all their goods if they could but shorten their lives to two or three hundred years even. Without any change, to live on forever, seemed to this people wearisome and sad.
In the drug-shops there was a drug which was in constant demand, because after using it for a hundred years, it was supposed to turn the hair slightly gray and to bring about disorders of the stomach.
Sentaro was astonished to find that the poisonous globe-fish was served up in restaurants as a delectable dish, and sellers in the streets went about selling sauces made of Spanish flies. He never saw anyone ill after eating these horrible things, nor did he ever see anyone with as much as a cold.
Sentaro was delighted. He said to himself that he would never grow tired of living, and that he considered it crazy to wish for death. He was the only happy man on the island. For his part he wished to live thousands of years and to enjoy life. He set himself up in business, and for the present never even dreamed of going back to his native land.
As years went by, however, things did not go as smoothly as at first. He had heavy losses in business, and several times some things went wrong with his neighbors. This caused him great annoyance.
Time passed like the flight of an arrow for him, for he was busy from morning till night. Three hundred years went by in this way, and then at last he began to grow tired of life in this country, and he longed to see his own land and his old home. However long he lived here, life would always be the same, so was it not foolish and wearisome to stay on here for ever?
Sentaro, in his wish to escape from the country of Eternal Life, recollected Jofuku, who had helped him before when he was wishing to escape from death—and he prayed to the saint to bring him back to his own land again.
No sooner did he pray than the paper bird popped out of his pocket. Sentaro was amazed to see that it had remained undamaged after all these years. Once more the bird grew and grew till it was large enough for him to jump on it. As he did so, the bird spread its wings and flew swiftly out across the sea in the direction of Japan.
Such was the man’s nature that he looked back and regretted all he had left behind. He tried to stop the bird in vain. The bird held on its way for thousands of miles across the ocean.
Then a storm came on, and the wonderful paper bird got damp, crumpled up, and fell into the sea. Sentaro fell with it. Very much frightened at the thought of being drowned, he cried out loudly to Jofuku to save him. He looked round, but there was no ship in sight. He swallowed a quantity of sea-water, which only increased his miserable situation. While he was thus struggling to keep himself afloat, he saw a monstrous shark swimming towards him. As it came nearer it opened its huge mouth ready to devour him. Sentaro was all but frozen with fear now that he felt his end so near, and screamed out as loudly as ever he could to Jofuku to come and rescue him.
Lo, and behold, Sentaro was awakened by his own screams, to find that during his long prayer he had fallen asleep before the shrine, and that all his extraordinary and frightful adventures had been only a wild dream. He was in a cold perspiration with fright, and completely confused.
Suddenly a bright light came towards him, and in the light stood a messenger. The messenger held a book in his hand and spoke to Sentaro:
“I am sent to you by Jofuku, who in answer to your prayer, has permitted you in a dream to see the land of Eternal Life. But you grew tired of living there, and begged to be allowed to return to your native land so that you might die. Jofuku, so that he might try you, allowed you to drop into the sea, and then sent a shark to swallow you up. Your desire for death was not real, for even at that moment you cried out loudly and shouted for help.
“It is also vain for you to wish to become a hermit, or to find the Potion of Eternal Life. These things are not for such as you—your life is not poor enough. It is best for you to go back to your home, and to live a good and busy life. Never neglect to think of your ancestors, and make it your duty to provide for your children’s future. Thus will you live to a good old age and be happy, but give up the desire to escape death, for no man can do that, and by this time you have surely found out that even when selfish desires are granted they do not bring happiness.
“In this book I give you there are many rules good for you to know—if you study them, you will be guided in the way I have pointed out to you.”
The angel disappeared as soon as he had finished speaking, and Sentaro took the lesson to heart. With the book in his hand he returned to his old home, and giving up all his old vain wishes, tried to live a good and useful life and to observe the lessons taught him in the book, and he went on to prosper with a useful life.- Total nr. of readings: 2,823 Copyright © The author  All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author except for personal use.
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